What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
09.06.2025 01:22

a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
Soldier with the gas-mask
The other one don't understand me,
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
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“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Mothership alien sorceress
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
What is the dirtiest thing you have witnessed your wife do?
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
What is the opposite personality type of someone with ASPD (antisocial personality disorder)?
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Gangbangers that spit slang
I do it once, I do it twice,
Why do men prefer low-maintanence women?
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
Can ringing in the ears be a sign of spiritual awakening?
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
No smile is genuine or real,
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Which city should one visit between Nice and Cannes? Why?
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Do you consider masturbating to porn cheating if you are married?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
I'll see you when I get there,
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Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
If it ain't
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
What does life mean without death?
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
If it ain't
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
Laser weapons and ecstasy
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
Until we realized how to get the real money;
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
Know your enemies
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
I never knew my life mattered”
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
Who designed our DNA structure?
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
Reveal alien tribal culture,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I seen it all in my short life
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
Three months later we run our own caper,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
Movin objects mentally
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
Me and my peeps is all trife
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
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